Coding These to Lukens - Modern Baseball

It’s not just what you say

Or how you come so far

The words that you repeat

In times you’re twice apart

That smug look on your face

When you have something to hide

Well at least that’s what I think

Maybe I’m out of touch

You tell me if I’m wrong

But you know I’m right

Spit far spit fast I’m needing

I’m sure this won’t linger

Longer than it has to

Get out of my way stead fast I’m leaving

I’m a certain kind of way

I’m a certain kind of way, tonight

I know it can’t be in my head

It must be what of you

Who keep pulling me aside

To chit chat about me

Who I am

What the deal is with who I was once